Chapter 5

Much to Joan's pleasant surprise, and she knew even more to the distress of Bill Garrison, the apartment manager was unable to follow through on much of his threat. Mrs. Garrison, evidently knowing she was married to a rover, kept pretty close tabs on him and seldom made trips away from the building. Also, Joan's job required that she work rather odd hours, so she and Garrison seldom crossed paths.

The job at the agency was very satisfying and enjoyable. And, as time passed, she found herself more and more attracted to Del Peter son. Del, she eventually realized, was not a difficult man to like. In fact, to those who knew him, he was a much-admired individual-smart, outgoing, likeable, dependable, loyal and compassionate. His private secretary was building a loyalty to her boss that could well blossom into love, and she knew it. Del, himself, realized he had a stronger attraction for this woman than he had ever had for any other woman.

Both of them were well aware of their mutual admiration, yet would not put their thoughts into words. They let their feelings go unsaid, but enjoyed the closeness of their friendship. They still had their sexual sessions in his office, but Del was interested in getting Joan alone, by themselves, where they could really enjoy one another, be open with each other. The time finally arrived and he intended to take full advantage of it.

"Joan, do you have any plans this weekend?"

"No," she answered, thoughtfully, looking at her boss. "Why?"

Del leaned back in his overstuffed chair and looked at her. Damn, such a pretty girl. Enticing, sexually enticing. Gorgeous. Great.

"For the first time in months," he continued, "I have a free weekend coming up. How about joining me for a quiet, peaceful couple of days of relaxation, swimming, eating, of doing anything we want to do?"

"Sounds inviting," Joan answered, her heart skipping a beat at the thought of the two of them alone. "Where do you plan on finding this garden of Eden?"

"I have a small beach house a few hours' drive north of the city. It's seldom used because I'm usually too busy to go there. And, too, I've never really known anyone I wanted to spend any time with at the house-until now."

There was a sincerity in his voice that could not be mistaken. Joan knew it; so did Del.

"The house is located on the beach," he continued, "about fifty yards from the ocean. It's a great place to rest and take things easy. We can stop on the way and stock up on groceries. That way, we won't have to leave the house for anything for two whole days. How does that sound?"

"Great. Just great. When do we leave?"

His face beamed with her acceptance. "I have some things to clear up here tonight, and it'll be late before I'm finished. Why don't I pick you up about eight in the morning. That way, we can spend most of tomorrow and Sunday at the beach."

"I'll be ready."

Although they didn't know it at the time, neither Del nor Joan got much sleep that night. Excitement ran through their veins and no amount of counting sheep could push the anticipation aside. They tossed and turned, looking at the clock, anxious for the sun to rise. When it did, Joan was up, showered, dressed and ready when Del arrived.

As she walked from the apartment building to the car, Del watched her. The smooth sway of her hips made his heart pound. She was wearing a sun dress and the halter top grasped her luscious breasts like two eager hands, cupping them, daring anyone to touch them; yet, at the same time, inviting exploration. The dress fit tightly around her waist and emphasized the glorious hips. She had her hair pulled back and tied with a ribbon, adding luster to the beautiful face and dark eyes..

God, what a woman, he thought, as she approached.

"'Morning, boss," she said, lightly, as he held the car door for her. , "Good morning, you gorgeous hunk of woman," he replied, looking at the flash of smooth thigh as she swung into the car.

As they pulled away, Bill Garrison walked around the apartment building. Spying Joan in the car, he stopped and looked at them as they pulled away. She noticed him out of the corner of her eye, but didn't look at him. So long, you bastard, she thought. I'm going to be with a real man for a change. Eat your heart out, you son-of-a-bitch.

Del and Joan stopped at a small store a mile or so from the beach house. They bought more than enough food for two days, but were like kids with a new toy and acted as if they held some big, dark secret that only the two of them knew. And, in a way, they did.

Joan fell in love with the beach house the minute she saw it. There was nothing exceptional about it. In fact, some people might even call it a shack rather than a house. The wind and sand, coupled with salt spray, had peeled away most of the paint. It was small, having only one bedroom, a living-room/kitchen combination, and one bath. It had a wooden porch across the back where they could sit and watch the sunset, sunrise, moon, water or anything their hearts desired.

Joan put the food in the refrigerator and stored the remainder in the kitchen cupboards.

Del walked through the house, looking over everything, seeing if anything was missing.

"Didn't believe this place was in such disrepair," he commented, walking into the kitchen. "Certainly needs a paint job on the outside."

"Don't you dare touch one inch of this house, Del Peterson," Joan said in mock rage. "I love it just the way it is. Those big rambling beach homes we saw on the way up don't impress me one bit. I like the way this house looks, the way it feels. It's comfortable."

"I'll tell you one thing," he said, putting his hands on her shoulders and looking into her eyes, "it looks a lot better with you in it."

He pulled her to him and they kissed, long and passionately, pressing their bodies close together. Del rubbed her back as they kissed and moved his hand to one of her tits and squeezed.

"Not now," she said, breaking the embrace and smiling at him. "That will come later. It's been years since I've swum in the ocean. Come on, put on your suit and let's get wet."

"All right, you tease," he said, giving her a quick peck on the lips. "But I'm holding you to your promise, about later."

"It'll be worth the wait, I promise." She patted his cheek as she turned and walked out of the kitchen.

Del changed into his swimsuit in the living room while Joan dressed in the bedroom. When she walked through the doorway into the living room, he melted.

She was wearing a bikini that left little to the imagination. Her ample breasts strained at the thin strip of material covering not much more than the nipples. The almost-as-thin strap around her hips revealed a mound that jutted through the material, causing his mouth to water.

"Damn, Joan, that's not fair," he blurted, looking at her, not missing one of her curves. "What's not fair?"

"You, running around looking like that and me, having to wait until later. It's not fair, you inviting, enticing sex witch."

"Good," she said, smiling at him. "It'll keep you built up."

"Joan," he replied, suddenly serious, "I don't need any encouragement to stay built up, as far as you're concerned."

"Come on," she said, gleefully, grabbing him by the hand, "let's go jump in the ocean."

They romped and swam, enjoying each other's company. After a couple of hours, they walked back to the house and Joan fixed sandwiches and drinks. Del pulled two loungers onto the porch and they sat and looked at the water as they ate. Very little conversation was carried on. They were content with one another, just being together was enough.

The warm sun and the swim caused them to become drowsy. Before they realized it, they had dropped off to sleep. They lay in the loungers, close together, dozing, letting the warm sun beat down on them and, in their sleep, listening to the rush of water as it beat upon the shore.

Around four o'clock, Del awoke. He looked at Joan, still asleep, lying on her back. He didn't awaken her right away. Instead, he looked at her, the full figure, the beautiful face, the delicious lips. During this time he realized that he was anxious to get in bed with this sex kitten, yet had been content just being with her, talking and laughing. Bed rolling had almost taken a back seat in his thoughts. But, sex wasn't the most important thing anymore; she was.

After a time, he gently touched her arm. "Joan. Joan."

"Ummm?" The sleeping girl awoke slowly from her drowsiness.

"Joan. Do you realize what time it is? It's four o'clock."

"Did we sleep that long?" she asked, surprised.

"Yep."

"You know," she said, looking at the ruggedly-handsome man next to her, "I'm glad you suggested this weekend. I think we both needed it."

"I do, too. I feel great, already. How about another swim, then we'll have dinner?"

"Okay. Race you to the water."

"Say, are you a good cook."

"I'm a whiz at the stove," she assured him, pulling him toward the beach.

They swam and frolicked until almost dark; then, tired and hungry, dragged themselves to the house.

"Why don't you take a shower while I fix supper," Joan suggested. "I'll bathe after we eat."

Del whistled as the warm, fresh water washed the salt from his body. His mind flashed back over the day and the good time they had had together. He expected an even better day tomorrow. He liked her being there with him, in the kitchen, preparing supper while he bathed. He felt good all over-and comfortable.

When he finished his shower, he dried off and put on a robe. He sniffed the air as he walked back into the living room.

"Man, does that smell good. What're you fixing?"

"Steaks and mushrooms with French fries. How does that sound?"

"Deeelicious! I'm famished. How much longer before it's ready?"

"A few more minutes. Sit down and watch television. I'll set the table and we should be ready to eat soon."

Joan was still wearing the skimpy bikini and Del had to turn away. If he looked at her much longer, the food would have to be put aside. He sat on the couch and watched the evening news. About ten minutes later, she called him to the table.

They devoured every morsel; they were hungrier than they had thought. As they ate, they talked, about the day, about things in general. When they were finished, Joan, still in that tantalizing bikini, cleared the table.

"I'm going to take a shower, Del," she said, heading toward the rear of the house.

"Okay. And I'll do the dishes."

"You'll wash dishes?" she asked, amazed.

"I've been a bachelor for many years, Joan, and have become quite the expert. Seldom do I break a dish. Besides, after the meal you prepared, that's the least I can do."

Joan went to the bathroom and undressed. She, like Del, felt soothed as the warm water washed the salt off her body. When she was finished, she listened at the door. Apparently, Del had finished the dishes and was again watching television. She opened the door slightly, giving herself only enough of an opening so she could see into the living room. Del was sitting on the couch, his back to her. Joan slipped out of the bathroom, naked, and hurried to the bedroom. Shortly, she called to him.

"Del, could you come here a minute, please?"

Peterson, only half-thinking, rose and walked to the bedroom, looking back once or twice at the program being carried on the television set.

"Yes, Joan, what do you...?"

His mouth flew open when he walked into the bedroom. His eyes bugged and he felt perspiration pop out on his forehead.

Joan was standing in the middle of the room, wearing one of the sheerest, sexiest gowns he had ever set two eyes on. It was pale blue in color with small straps running over the shoulders. Close-fitting at the waist, it emphasized her hips as well as her breasts. Although the lamp in the room was on, he could barely make out a dark triangle at the junction of her legs.

His breathing became rapid as he was certain his prick was standing straight out. Joan knew it was-she could see the large hunk of meat pushing against his robe, making the cloth stand out from his body.

"Whew," he whistled, as his eyes traveled over the unbelievable vision standing before him. "Damn, you're something else, Joan Willis. Something else!"

He walked to her and put his arms around her waist. She put her arms around his neck and they kissed, their bodies crushing against each other. The kiss was long and meaningful, with passion there, but placed second to a real deep, personal feeling.

Del finally broke the kiss and looked into Joan's eyes.

"You are one hell of a woman, Joan. I mean that."

They kissed again, and passion rushed for ward. Their bodies pressed against one another and Del's hands roamed her body, stopping when he touched the two globes of flesh. Gently, lovingly, he massaged her tits and she pushed her body harder against his. He felt the nipples harden instantly and gingerly pinched them. She moaned and rubbed against him, feeling his big, thick dick press on her hairy mound. Moving her hand, she brushed aside the robe and wrapped her fingers around his hard-on. Boy, it's big, she thought to herself, as she stroked it. Feeling the large head sent thrills all the way to the deepest recesses of her cunt. Just touching the smooth skin, and already knowing how good it felt inside her quish, caused her to moan and squeeze his staff.

The very touch of her delicate fingers on his dick almost made Del blow his balls. He kissed her harder, then tenderly pulled the straps of the gown from her shoulders. Easing the material down, he kissed her tits and tongued her navel as he pulled the sheer, silky material from around her ankles. On his knees, he buried his face in her mound and kissed the skin just above her tasty pussy. Joan groaned and put her hands on his head, pulling him hard against her body. Her head was back and her eyes closed, as he kissed the inside of her thighs and bit into the pubic mound.

Joan spread her legs slightly and Del flicked his tongue into her cunt. She almost unloaded right then. His tenderness and warm foreplay had gotten her so hot she could explode. But she wanted to hold off as long as she could, to let him have plenty of time to tease her, to play with her, to build her up even more.

Del continued to toy with her cunt with his licker, moving his hands to her ass and massaging the cheeks. Joan, fire sparking through her body, purred and moaned, and shoved her crotch into his face and pulled his head hard against her body. If he continued much longer she would have an orgasm right there, standing in the middle of the room!

Del wasn't going to let that happen. He stood up and after removing his robe, picked her up in his arms and gently laid her on the bed. He kissed her on the mouth, then started traveling her body, sucking on her tits, tonguing her navel, biting into her mound. When he reached her thighs, Joan spread willingly, anxiously, anticipating his next move.

Del slowly, sensually pulled his tongue across the sensitive cunt lips, causing Joan's body to tremble with excitement. She rushed her hand to his hard penis and squeezed, then moved to his balls. Being more gentle there, she slowly massaged the marbles and then went back to his prick, her true satisfier. Her lover continued to lick her pussy, then pulled the lips into his mouth and sucked. No sooner did he do that than she humped and let out a low, gratifying moan.

"Oh, Del. Damn. Ah." She squeezed even harder on his joy stick, closed her eyes, and felt the wonderful sensation of a climax flow through her entire body.

"You made me come, Del," she panted. "Oh, boy, did you make me come."

"Good," he smiled, his head still at her twat. "That makes it worth the effort."

"Uh-huh," she purred, stroking his cock, enjoying his tongue still on her pussy.

Del shifted and climbed between her legs. Her orgasm had made her box wet and easy to enter. He pushed gently and reveled in the feel of his big dick sliding into the warm, juicy, inviting hole. When he was all the way in, he pumped slowly, smoothly, in no hurry, enjoying the feel of her delightful pussy.

Joan put her arms around his neck and pulled him to her. They kissed as he screwed and she lifted and lowered her hips with his movements. She was enjoying it as much as he and was in no hurry to bring it to an end.

Del leaned over and sucked on her nipples. That caused Joan to start humping faster and brought her to the edge of another orgasm. Del was caught up in her heat and pumped faster, driving his big dork deeper into her boiling inferno. They were grunting and groaning, straining to unload. Joan lifted her snatch and let Del plow his rod into her as far as he could. He wanted to shoot off, to fill that delicious cunt with his cum.

Ramming into her as hard as he could, he felt it hit home. When Joan felt his hot juice paint her walls, she hit the peak, joining him in the delightful climax, the crescendo of erotic emotions.

"Oh, baby," he said, his eyes closed, his cock all the way inside as he felt his fluid gush. "Oh, that's it. That's it."

Joan wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her box to him so he could push even deeper. She was having an orgasm to top all orgasms. Her entire body tingled from the thought of their juices mingling, traveling around inside her pussy.

When they were finished, Joan let her legs ease to the bed. She still had her arms around his neck and they kissed again, tenderly, lovingly. Del was on top of her, his ebbing prong in as far as it would go. After a few moments, he spoke.

"Joan, how often can you climax?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Let's see."

"What are you going to do?" she asked, her curiosity on edge. "Be surprised."

Del moved down her body, letting his limp cock slide from the warm, flooded comfortable cavern. He cupped her tits and sucked and nibbled on both of them. Moving downward, he licked her navel and bit into the hairy mound. Joan closed her eyes and let her hands rest on his head. ", Damn, he's wonderful, she thought. Nothing like that bastard, Garrison. Del is gentle, tender, loving and certainly knows how to make love.

If Del wasn't an expert in the art of lovemaking, then there were no experts around. Moving to her joy box, he pushed his mouth-finger into the wet hole. Moving it around, he touched her walls, at the same time playing with her buttocks. Joan was washed away by his touches. She had already shot off twice in just a matter of minutes. Now, he had pushed her to the top again, and she could feel her floodgate filling, anxious to unload.

Del ran his tongue gently over the rim of her pussy and it almost drove her insane. Joan moaned and grabbed her tits, which she squeezed roughly. She pushed her box into his face as he plowed his tongue deep into her cavern, the embers causing her body to reach fever pitch. Joan humped and grunted, and Del felt a warmth coat his tongue. As she shot off, he licked her greedily, lapping at the juice, fingering her anus, making her have another orgasm almost immediately after the first one.

Her lover had made her unload four times, almost one after the other. And he wasn't finished! When her body stilled, Del pulled his lapper from her flaming pussy, bit into the hairy mound, then placed his hand over her cunt. Moving back up her body, he didn't stop until he again had her nipples in his mouth and sucked and chewed on the tender, sensitive tips. At the same time, he shoved his finger into her flooded sex canal, and moved it around, touching the walls as he did.

Joan's thoughts momentarily went back to her escapade with Bill Garrison. What a difference between him and Del. While Garrison made her respond, he had done so through actual force. Del, on the other hand, was making her respond through nothing but gentle, tender lovemaking. And she was anxious to please him. She would try her damnedest to come as much as he wanted her to.

She cupped his testicles in one hand and massaged them. Crossing her legs, she trapped his hand in her hot snatch and her hips began to move, raising and lowering as he reamed her pussy. His penis was soft, but her expert touches soon brought it to life. She stroked it slowly and carefully. Before long, his dick was stiff and ready for action. But Del couldn't get it in her hole before she had another orgasm. She tightened her legs around his hand and grunted as her come hit, not as hard and deep as before, but a good, sound release just the same.

When Del knew she was through coming, he placed himself between her shapely legs and moved his prong in and out of her juicy hole. Joan knew she would have no difficulty coming again, but wanted him to shoot off with her. She put a hand on his balls and played with them while he fucked. Del closed his eyes and enjoyed the wonderful, thrilling touch of her hand. Her caress also made him speed up his thrusts and soon he was pounding deeper and harder, excited, anxious to fire his load.

Joan joined in when he unloaded and they moaned, straining to get every drop of sex-juice out of their containers.

Del, being the normal male, couldn't shoot off nearly as often as Joan. And the girl, her storage tank drained, was ready for some rest. After all, she didn't have half-a-dozen orgasms too often, especially not within a half hour's time. But, Del had made her do it. He had succeeded in making her come almost continually.

They lay beside each other for a long time, their hands together, feeling the warmth of two close bodies. They were drained, but satisfied, and happy. Del almost fell asleep and probably would have if Joan hadn't disturbed him.

"Del," she said, rousing him from the fog he had fallen into, "I want to tell you that regardless of what tomorrow brings, I have really enjoyed this day. It has been absolutely fabulous. Tremendous."

"I'm glad," he said, squeezing her hand. "We'll have to do this more often."

"Promise?" she whispered, leaning over and resting on one elbow. "Promise that we can come back here again."

"Joan, if I had my way, we'd never leave."

She looked into his eyes and knew he meant it. Leaning over, she kissed him warmly on the mouth. He returned the kiss, at the same time putting his hand on one of her gorgeous tits and squeezing.

Joan rose to her knees and moved her tantalizing fingers delicately over his body, through the hair on his chest and across the nipples. She sucked on his nipples for an instant or two, then kissed his stomach, navel, and bit into the hair at the base of his huge staff, which was now standing straight up and rockhard.

Del closed his eyes and placed his hand on her body, running his fingers over her sexy bottom and stopping when he found her cunt. While Joan worked on him, Del gently massaged the sensitive vaginal lips, pulling his dexterous digit along the velvet, wet surface.

Joan put one hand on his nuts and kneaded them. With the other she lightly stroked his stiff rod, at the same time kissing and licking the glans. She ran her tongue around the ridge of the purple battering-ram and then took just the head in her mouth. When Del felt the warmth of her oral channel on his prick, he sighed and pressed against her box.

There was no way she could take the entire length of his whang in her mouth, so she sucked on the head and stroked the staff. Del felt pleasant sensations flow through his testicles. He moaned as she sucked and stroked, and he pushed his finger into her warm pussy. Joan spread her legs when she felt him inside her and moved closer to him. Trying to take as much of his hard cock as she could into her mouth, she went down on him, then slowly, teasingly, moved her head upwards, sucking hard and squeezing his balls. Del almost blew his mind. He groaned and lifted his hips to accompany her sucking. He shoved his finger as deep into her hole as he could and moved it around. She was tormenting the hell out of him and he loved it! He had had plenty of women in his time, but none could compare to this sexual volcano now working on him. She could drive any man to erotic spasms.

The more Joan worked on him, the hotter he became. Working feverishly with his digit in her pussy, he decided he wasn't giving her enough thrills. He pulled her until they were in the soixante-neuf position and buried his face between her legs.

Joan just about unloaded the instant his tongue touched her thick labia. It caused her to go so far down on his pulsating pecker that she choked. Easing off, she squeezed his balls and sucked harder on the head, still stroking the staff as she did. Del pushed his lapper into her fiery furnace and reamed the walls. Joan moaned and groaned, his cock filling her mouth, her hips moving frantically. She knew it wouldn't be long before she shot off and wanted to taste the sweetness of his scum when she did.

She stroked his length harder, pressed lovingly on his nuts, and sucked. His hips moved a mile a minute, up and down, up and down. He gobbled at her gash until he had her juice all over his face. He pulled the cunt lips into his mouth, sucking and chewing on them. Joan couldn't hold off any longer. He had her on the edge and any second her floodgate would open and her orgasm would gush forth.

Joan put her mouth on his throbbing cockhead and sucked harder. At the same time, she squeezed his nut sac and increased the stroking of his staff. That was all it took. Del shoved his hips into the air, groaned loudly-though the sound was muffled by her box-and sprayed her throat and mouth with his sperm.

Joan swallowed hard and continued beating his meat. Squeezing his sac, she forced as much cum out as she could. The instant she felt his fluid hit her throat, she pushed her crotch into his face and wet his tongue. Del licked at her hungrily, lapping the labia, shoving his oral digit into her burning hole as far as he could, making her hit another climax.

To be certain she had drained her lover, Joan put a hand on the base of the staff and slowly moved upward, squeezing as she did, forcing out every drop of his love potion. Even after she had reached the top and he had no juice left, she continued to suck and kiss the purple head. Del didn't stop, either, just because she had climaxed. He kissed the cunt lips and ran his tongue over the smooth surface. He pushed his licker back into her moist depths and touched the sides, sending chills of excitement through her body.

When they were finished, Joan lay down beside him and they embraced. Their breathing was heavy as they kissed, but they were two very contented, satisfied people.